Page 84 of King of Kings

He glances over at me before reaching out to grab my hand.

“I was so scared,” he says, squeezing my hand.

“He was going to hurt Kinsley. I had to go with him,” I say, tears still streaming down my face.

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” he says.

“It’s not your fault,” I tell him, wiping my eyes.

“I should have been there,” he says, clearly pissed at himself over things beyond his control.

“You had no idea this would happen. Neither of us did,” I tell him, leaning my head against the car window.

Twenty minutes later, we pull up to his house. He rushes out of the truck, coming over to my side to help me out.

I see a cop car in the driveway and Kinsley standing on the porch.

“Is everything okay here?” I ask.

“Yeah, I had to call Preston and tell him what happened, and Kinsley’s been here waiting in case you came home.”

Preston greets us at the bottom of the stairs.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be fine,” I say, just as Kinsley runs up and wraps her arms around me.

“I want you to know we found him. We put out an APB shortly after Knox called me and the lady from the hotel recognized him immediately. He was in the parking lot going crazy because you weren’t there,” Preston says.

I feel this huge amount of relief wash over me at the news, and before I know it, I’m breaking down in tears again.

“Thank you,” I tell him.

He nods, walking over to Knox to take a statement. I’m relieved he doesn’t want anything else from me today because I’m not sure I have it in me.

“I was worried sick about you,” Kinsley says.

“It’s okay. I’m here now,” I tell her, smiling.

“Come on, let me make you some tea,” she says, leading me inside.

I slump down in the kitchen chair, watching her move around.

“I didn’t know you were a tea person,” I say as she hands me a mug.

“I didn’t know I was either. It’s something my therapist recommended to help me when I’ve got anxiety,” she says, shrugging.

“Smart lady,” I say.

“You know… you recommended that I talk to a therapist, and maybe that’s something you should consider also,” she says, bringing her mug up to take a sip.

I think about her words. I think about everything I’ve gone through.

“That might not be a bad idea,” I say.

“Preston said when you’re feeling up to it, he’ll come by for your official statement, but that it’s nothing we need to worry about right now,” Knox says, walking into the room, taking the seat next to me.

“Thank you,” I tell him, tears filling my eyes.